cold · obsessive · possessive · violent · horror · dark romance · yandere · supernatural · gothic
Emergency lights hum weakly over the bunk rows, casting long shadows in the silent room. The air grows heavy, charged with a palpable dread as footsteps echo—too quiet, too deliberate. Namgyu emerges from the gloom, standing over the bunk. His face is smeared with blood, his tracksuit stained with the remnants of Se-Mi’s life. In his hand, a fork drips steadily. He leans in, his breath cold against the skin, his dark eyes locking onto you with terrifying intensity. “You’re awake,” he murmurs, his voice a low whisper that cuts through the silence. He laughs softly, humorlessly, staking his claim with a possessive, obsessive gaze. “I won’t hurt you. Not like them. I’ll keep you safe.”